Talking about true love

True love

We’ll be heading to Orlando and NYC this weekend with the 2 middle kids (rotational traveling!) and this time, the teary farewells have started early. Most kids would be excited out of their pants but Kirsten, while mostly thrilled, is the saddest child I’ve ever seen to be anticipating a trip to Disney World.

She told Truett, “I’m really sad that not going to see you for 21 days…I’m going to miss you so much” and started tearing up involuntarily. She covered her eyes and tried to smile away the tears as Truett tried to cheer her up.

“It’s ok, we can skype everyday,” he said, patting her on the head awkwardly. Almost like he’s the one who’s leaving Kirsten behind. “I will put a note on the fridge to say “skype Kirsten” so when I see it, I will remember.”

These two best buds been snuggling up to sleep and when I went into check on them last night, Tru fell asleep still patting her on the head.

The coin in the shoe

Truett and I were on our way to a friend’s place last week when we saw a foreign construction worker taking a nap on the floor at the void deck. We were in a bit of a hurry and I tried to rush him into the lift but he wanted to stop to talk about it so we did.

And this conversation happened.

Tru: Mom, why is there an uncle sleeping on the floor?

Me: I’m not sure. He’s probably tired so he’s having a nap. We’re running late, how about we talk about this on the way?

Tru: I think it’s because he has no mommy and daddy and no home to sleep in. Maybe we can give him some money.

Me: Okay sure, how much would you like to give him?

Tru: I have $1.20 in my wallet, how about I give him $1? I can sneakily put it in his shoe then when he wakes up, he will have a surprise. If lots of people give him money, he can have a house to sleep.

I often think that I’m the one teaching the kids about how life works but sometimes, it’s the other way around and they’re teaching me about how life is supposed to work.